Quick note: 0=0=0 means both a passage of time and space, or a transfer between universes. Like when I switch between groups of characters. *** just means a change of places, like a teleport.

"So wait a moment, are you saying that your barn just fell down because it could?" Wheatley asked Applejack, dumbfounded.

"Uh, yeah. I guess so." Applejack replied, very confused. They were both standing where Applejack's barn used to be, and where piles of broken wood were now littered.

"Oh well. Can you go and get me a hammer, and nails, and wood. And possibly some construction droids." Wheatley said jokingly. Applejack obviously didn't get the humor.

"Ah don't think we 'ave any construction who-whats." she said to Wheatley, who promptly face-hoofed.

"Please, just get me some building supplies."

"Okay." Applejack replied, running towards her home. Wheatley looked at the rubble of the old barn.

"Why did I sign up for this?" he asked himself.

0=0=0

"So tell me again how I am supposed to use magic." Rick asked Twilight.

"Well, you just imagine something happening, then project it through your horn." she explained.

"Ya-huh, and how do I do that?"

0=0=0

"Come on Facty! Lets bake some cupcakes!" Pinkie said, dragging said Fact Core out of his bed, down the stairs and into the kitchen. Then she broke into song. "Time to bake some cupcakes! I really love cupcakes! Its time to bake some cupc-"

"Fact: This singing is unneeded, lets just bake." the Fact Core said, cutting her off.

"Fine Mr. Grumpy Pants, can I hum?" she asked, and the Fact Core nodded. Then she proceeded to hum the tune so off-key that the Fact Core stuffed paper towels into his ears to make it stop. Pinkie noticed this but misunderstood. "Oh! Those aren't for you ears silly!" she said, pulling the paper towels out and throwing them out the window where they disintegrated. "Hey, can I sing my other cupcake song?" she asked.

"Fact: I would rather go back to Aperture and endure whatever punishment GLaDOS has planned for Wheatley." the Fact Core deadpanned. Once again Pinkie misunderstood.

"Okay! If you really want me to sing it!" Pinkie said, then she took in a deep breath. The Fact Core sighed, this was going to be a long life.

0=0=0

Wheatley had spent the past three hours creating a plan for the barn. Through memory of being in the central AI place-thing he made it so that the barn should be completely indestructible. Wheatley then grabbed a saw and some safety goggles and began to cut the correct shapes the wood needed to be for his design. "Okay Wheatley, this is very simple, just don't-"

"How ya doing sugarcube?" Applejack asked him from behind, causing his hoof to slip making Wheatley cut himself with the saw.

"GAAH! MY LEG!" Wheatley yelled, dropping the saw. He looked down at his leg, it was sliced pretty badly and was bleeding freely. "How sharp do you make those bloody saws?" he asked her, lifting his injured hoof off of the ground.

"Ohmygosh! Ah'm so sorry! C'mon lets get you ta the hospital." she said, putting his injured leg over her back to help him keep the weight off it.

"But the barn!" Wheatley spluttered.

"Sugarcube I'd be much more worried about bleedin' out right about now." she responded. Wheatley gave in and started walking with her towards the hospital.

0=0=0

Rick concentrated on the orange (ha, orange, concentrated.) as hard as he could. "Come on you piece of junk float!" he said, trying to project his thoughts through his horn like Twilight had said. The orange started glowing a bright green as Rick's magic wrapped itself around it, it shook a little but never lifted. Rick however was satisfied with 'making the orange change color' and stopped his magic. "How was that?" he asked Twilight.

"Well your learning. I am hungry, you want to take a break?" Twilight responded. Rick nodded.

"I think we should go down to where Wheatley is working and make sure he hasn't caught anything on fire yet, or killed anything, or killed things then caught their bodies on fire." Rick said, walking out the door and towards Applejack's farm. At least he has a better sense of direction Twilight thought, following him.

0=0=0

"GOOD HOLY GOD WHAT HAPPENED?" Rick yelled as he saw the blood on the saw and the ground. "I sense some freaky crap went down!" Twilight was just sitting down, looking at it.

"Or Wheatley cut himself and Applejack took him to the hospital." Twilight suggested. Rick looked at her and cocked his head.

"Really? That is about as likely as the cake actually not being a lie." Rick replied. "Come on! Lets run through town and see if we can't find Wheatley, if we can't then we can assume something got him and Applejack." Twilight sighed and would have replied with her previous suggestion if Rick hadn't ran off towards town. Twilight started after him then realized something.

"Why are we walking? I can teleport!" she exclaimed, face-hoofing. "RICK!" she yelled.

"WHAT?" he yelled back.

"I CAN JUST TELEPORT US!" she replied.

"WHY ARE WE YELLING? I ONLY RAN LIKE THREE METERS!" Rick asked. Twilight was about to reply when they heard Pinkie's voice.

"Because the author implied that you had already ran out of talking earshot silly! Isn't that right author?"

"Pinkie? Where are you?" Twilight asked, looking around for the pink mare.

"Oh, got to go." Pinkie's voice said.

"CALL TERMINATED" another voice said, this one sounded a lot less like Pinkie. Rick looked over at Twilight who then shrugged. Twilight then noticed something.

"Hey, is that smoke?" she asked, pointing at the town, where a large smoke cloud was accumulating.

"I don't know, how about we find out." Rick replied. Then Twilight's horn lit up and they were gone in a flash.

***

Twilight opened her eyes to see smoke billowing out of Sugarcube corner, and a strange looking mare running away from it. "Hey! You! Stop!" she shouted to the mare, who then ran away from town. She was a peachy color and had a dark brown mane. But the thing that caught Twilight's eye was her lack of a cutie mark. This mare was a blank-flank.

Author's Note

The reason Chell isn't orange is because that was done, overdone. So I made her skin color her coat color.